Of all the places I'd love to re-visit, Children's Memorial is not one of them. Unfortunately, we found ourselves back in the ER Sunday night after Mac took a spill in the bathroom. He had just come out of the tub and was wrapped up in his towel. There was some water on the floor and he slipped, but had no way to catch himself since his arms were under the towel. So my beautiful little boy landed face first on the ceramic tile, splitting his lip, scraping his chin and knocking loose his front teeth.
Dan took Paige home (we were in LG at the time) and I headed to the hospital. After what thankfully turned out to be a short visit, Mac was released. He's now resting on the couch, eating ice cream and trying to gingerly put the arm of his beloved sock monkey in his mouth. He'll be headed back to Children's tomorrow for a visit with the dentist, so fingers crossed all is well.
In the meantime, I am sitting here trying not to cry and remembering that the absolute worst feeling in the world is knowing that my baby is in pain.
